The Piper

It's after supper, all is still

The piper plays, his fingers flashing

The stillness is shattered by his music

A tune that sets our feet a-tapping.

He never once falters or pauses for breath,

His endurance seems everlasting

But we who dance on the packed earth floor

Are tired and drained and sweating and gasping.

And as we whirl barefoot through the night,

He pipes all our cares away

Though he could play for eternity,

Our dancing will stop at break of day.